Life

The Roof Over Your Head

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Remember that rough sleeper whom we saw this morning at the void deck? He was still sleeping when I peregrinated past him. The feeling I got from the sight was he could just be sleeping to his death. Perhaps he wished he never had to wake up.  Life could be too painful for him — just being homeless, rejected by society and alone could be too much for him to bear. My heart went out to this man for some strange reason. In comparison, I’m definitely more blessed than him, considering the circumstances I’m in, right?

Anathe
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